Sunshine in Mariposa

A Play in Four Acts

Stephen I eacock May 1 1917

Sunshine in Mariposa

A Play in Four Acts

Stephen I eacock May 1 1917

Sunshine in Mariposa

A Play in Four Acts

"Based on Sanshine Sketches in a Small Town"

Stephen I eacock

Illustrated by C.W.Jefferys

The .«scene of thi piay is laid in somewhere between Toronto and the ACT I Jeff Thorpe’s Barber Shop ACT II. Four Weeks Later. Thorpe's “Mining Exchange'' l formerly Thorpe’s Barber Shop), Mariposa.

the little town of Mariposa in Ontario. Cobalt Silver Country. ACT III Scene I, The back parlor of Smith's Hotel, Mariposa. Scene 2. The Vaults of the Mariposa Bank. ACT LV. Jeff Thorpe's Barber Shop.

CHARACTERS OK THE PLAY I In the order of their appearance. )

MRS. GILLIS, scrub lady and wife of Ben Gillis, caretaker of the Bank. PETER PUPKIN, second Ledger Keeper of the Exchange Bank. Mariposa, and engaged to— MYRA THORTE. daughter of Jefferson Thorpe, and employed in the telephone exchange. JOSH SMITH, proprietor of Smith'* Hotel. LAWYER MACARTNEY, of the Mariposa Bar.

BILL EVANS, Town Constable of Mari JEEEKRSON THORPE, once of London. England, now Barber of Mariposa ANDY, man of all work at Smith’s Hotel MR. MCLLINS, Manager of the Exchange. Bank of Mariposa. NORA, the new Irish help ut SmithV Hotel. BEN GILDS, caretaker of the Bank. MR. SLYPE, a stranger in Mariposa* MR. HARSTONE, partner of Mr. Slyde.

Acr ONE.

SCENE.—Jeff Thorpe's Harber Shop in Mariposa : 2 barber chairs, chairs far customers, table with newspapers, hat rack and so on. A cigar case. One corner of the shop partitioned off to the height of 6 or 7 feet, with a frosted glass door and the legend HOT AND COLD BATHS.

.4f the back of the stage the big window of the shop trith a thin mffslin over it: through ‘it one sees the Main Street of Mariposa, sleeping in the *un~ojrposite it is Smith’s Hotel.

It is the noon hour of a drowsy day in June. The curtain rises on:

MRS. GILLIS, cleaning up the shop— angular, in rusty black, bare elbows. Her bonnet and light shawl are on a peg. She is on her hands ar.d knees sweeping up .«»tuff off the floor with a little hand broom into a waste paper basket—a litter of hair, crumpled paper and newspapers. She wrrk9 energetically,* talking to herself as she does so.

MRS. Gillis.—“Land Sakes! the litter of this here place. You’d never think, to look at it. it was all cleaned up good last Wednesday.. The bank’s bad enough and cleaning thehotel’s bad enough, but this here barber shop of Mr. Thorpe’s is the beat of all. Only just yesterday Mrs. Macartney says to me. ‘Mrs. Gillis,’ she says, ‘it ain’t a woman’s work, not for a woman

like you-* Well! I declare (she has

picked up a thick wad of black hair and is

examining it) if Jim Kedger ain’t been having his hair cut! At last!"

[There is heard someone shaking af the handle of the street door. Mrs. (iillis goes over to the door and speaks rinse to the crack of if, her head sideways.)

MRS. Gillis.—“Mr. Thorpe ain’t here, he’s to his house to his dinner.” I She goes on cleaning and talking.) “Ar.d it ain’t, only the’hair and the shaving soap and that. What does Mr. Thorpe do but he must spend all his spare time cutting up newspapers and throwing ’em all over the place.” (She uncrnmples and unfolds some crumpled newspapers that arc lying on the floor and reads the ti*Ir. with difficulty.) “To-ronto Mining Noose—C-oCobalt Nugget — C-o-m — Commercial— Something Times—well. I never! That’s the way its been ever since Mr. Thorpe

got took up with this mining idee-”

[She has now filled up the basket and goes and empties it over the top of the partitioned sfiare marked HOT AND COLD BATHS, heating on the bottom with her hand to make it empty. Again someone tries the handle of the door ami knocks at it. Mrs. Cillis again, goes to the door.]

MRS. .Gillis.—“Mr. Thorpe aint here. He’s to his dinner to his house” (.4 voire is heard outside making an enquiry, but the words cannot be distinguished.) “Eh, for the excursion on the steamer? Well, he said he’d be back at one and be in lots of time to shave the folks for the excursion.” (She goes on cleaning. She

ells h> r bask, * and again empties it over the *o)i ot fit, H,,t ,md Cold Paths spare. She *hen picks a wet cloth and sets to wiping u work of the drawer and enpboard with terrier energy. In doiny this she accidently ;mils one drawer open with gnat turre. The bottom of it. falls oat mui a hundir of odd looking papers falls to the door.) "There! That comes of l»r¡m fillin’ up these drawers with hi«1 old truck. You can’t ro more than touch anything but it falls to pieces on you.” (She /nrks irp one of the papers and looks at it. ft is a hig pink certificate, with scroll work ami big Utters on if. She spills it out.) “C-o-r-o-n-a, Coroney, J-eJewel, Mining C-o-r-p-o-r-a-t-i-o-n, Company. Coroney Jewell Mining Company— I-r.-t-e-r-i-m, Internal. Certicate—Well, now. of a!! the litter that man does gatherup. If I didn’t get in here oncet in a while to clean *up, he’d have the place full of it--”

[She gathers up the certiorates, that are scattered over the floor, stuffs them into the basket and empties them over into the Hot and Cold Paths. Someone knocks

MRS. Gillis.—“Mr Thorpe is to his—” Voice of PF.TER PI PKIN outside.—“Oh is that you Mrs. Gillis. Could you just let me in foF-a moment?

MRS. Gillis.—“Oh, is that you, Mr. Pupkin?”

[She unlocks the door. Enter Peter Pupkin, young, neatly dressed, pink ami white, foolish, but yood.]

PI pkin—“Mr. Thorpe’s not here,.eh!” MRS. GILÍ.IS I with a sort simper).—“I'll garntee it wasn’t to -'ee Mr. Thorpe that you come in. Mr. PupK:!.. But If it'MijMyra you're after, she'd ought to t>e here any minute. She n.o-t'y com» in or. her way to work after dinner.”

I’l PKIN. — ¡1—yes —

1 did half think I might—I might sort of see Miss Myra.

But 1 really have business with Mr. Thorpe, too. hank business.”

MRS. GILLIS. “Owen deed !”

IM Pkin.—“Yes. confidential business. The point is. this of course is absolU’I !II confidential,—his note is due to-day for thirty-six dollars and fifty cents, and we’ll have to protest it.”

MRS. Gillis.—“Well now, think of that. Would they send him to jail for that, likely?"

PI PKIN (laughs). — “Oh. no. Mrs. Gillis, why you’ve no idea how many people there are here in Mariposa' that have notes protested.

Of course we keep it absolutely quiet in the bank—it’s a sort of sacred confidence, don’t you see.—but take this morning alone, Jim Eliot at the drug store, seventy-one dollars. The cement compan y forty-six dollars.

Perry and Perry, thirty-one dollars.—only we don’t talk about it.”

MRS. GILLIS. — “Well, now! And Mr. Thorpe he owes money too! I’m right sorry for it. Rut I ain’t surprised, Mr. Pupkin, with him running round as he is ar.d with his mind just nowhere. Ever since he’s got took with this mining idee, he’s just here ar.d there and all over the place. ‘Mr.

Tforpe.’ I says to him last week, ‘you're neglecting your business.’ says I. (for I’m an old friend like. Mr. Pupkin: I

remember well Mr. Thorpe's missus, that was. when they first came out from the Old Country here to Marposey years ago: and a sweet woman she was, indeed. Mr. Pupkin, so quiet like; folks said Mr. Thorpe wasn’t never the same after she died, till Miss Myra began to grow up -and take her place like—>. ‘well.’ I says. Mr Thorpe.’ I says, ‘your neglecting your business.’ ’’

Pi pkin.—“And what did he say? Was ne angry?”

MRS. GiLlis.—“Angry! Mr. Thorpe don’t never get angry. He just looked at me as if he felt sorry for. me. ‘Mrs. Gillis.’ says he. ‘I'm going to be a rich man.’ Him rich. Mr. Pupkin! (she garnies). Why every lost soul in Marposey knows he ain’t paid Josh Smith no rent for this shop for six months back. ‘Mr. Thorpe.’ I says , íYr I speak to him like an old friend I. ‘you ain’t paid no rent for -ix months.' ‘Mrs. Gillis,’ he says, ‘the rent is all right. Renting this shop to me.' he says . ‘is going to be the biggest deal for Josh Smith that he ever put through. Wherr I'm rich.’ he says; ‘I’m

going to make Josh Smith my private secretary.’ ”

PI pkin.—"But. I say. Josh Smith can’t read ar.d write, not properly."

MRS. Gillis.—"Why. that’s what I said, Mr. Pupkin. I just had to laff. ‘Josh Smith,’ I says, ‘why he can’t read and write.’ ‘He don’t need to read and write.’ -ays Mr. Thorpe, ‘not to he mu secretary. I’m going to be that rich. Mrs. Gillis that my secretary won’t need to read ar.d write. But don’t tell Smith.’ says he. ‘I don’t want him to know it. not till I'm rich.' Mr. Pupkin. I just had to laugh, ar.d yet I felt kind of sorry too.

When I’m rich.’ and ‘when I’m rich,’ and ‘When I’m rich.'—that’s the way he goes or. all the time since he's got took with this Cobalt idee—”

[.4/ this moment a band is heard playing down the street — Oh Canada, Terre de nos aievx.]

[MRS. GILLIS and Pi PKIN go to the wtn-

dow, looking out sideways and listening.)

MRS. Gillis.—“Yes. it’s the band playing down to the wharf. They’d ought to get a big crowd to-day. That’s real pretty that, 0 Canady, aint it W’here my Ben ar.d I was brought up (we’re Nova Scotia people, Mr. Pupkin) we didn’t have that, It was the Maple Leaf down there. But Oh Canady sounds real pretty, don’t it?”

[She breaks off. and points over towards the hotel.]

MRS. Gillis.—“WeW, I declare, there's Lawyer Macartney going into the bar. over to Smith’s. That’s four drinks he’s had since I came here at half past twelve, and yet he never don’t seem to show it— and who would that be now standing over in the door-”

Pupkin.—“I don't seem to recognize him.”

MRS. Gillis.—“I guess he’s a stranger in town. He must have come in off the morning train—looks like he came from the city." (She looks again, and speaks a changed voice.) "Oh. Mr. Pupkin' Pipkin.—"What is it— Oh. I set1—" MRS. Gillis.—"It’s my man Ben. Mr. Pupkin—look, he’s gone into the har— Oh, Mr. Purkin. he’s started in drinking again. All this week he’s been at it. And him such a fine man. Mr. Pupkin, i us t as long as he don’t touch anything. A!! the two vtars we had Local Option i she haif sob> i he never touched a drop. •Ruth,’ he says to me. ‘I’m going to swear off.' And he kept it, Mr. Pupkin, he kept to it all the time it was Local Option. And then when they opened the bars again ia.-t year he started in again. Oh. Mr. Pupkin, can’t your folka in the bank do -»ometh:: g to stop him? He works for vous so he ought to listen fo what you’d say.”

Pipkin.—"Why. Mrs. Gillis. I'm awfully sorry. We do what we can. .Only la-t week the manager offered to dismiss him if he didn't We all want to help

him you know-”

[A long steam whistle is heard.]

MRS. GlLLls (recovering herself.) — "There’s the one o'clock whistle. I’ll just open up the shop. Mr. Pupkin. I’ll go to

and perhaps mirai stavtill Mr. Thorpe Myra comes—’’ to put on h» r and shawl and rsttf up: sh> iif the mirrors.) •ear! The «täte ’ iShe takes up some of tie barber poudi rs, cosmt tic, ,tr.. and rises up her cheeks.)

PITKIN. — "Oh. ar.d Mis. Gillis, perhap' you wouldn't mind — you’re »úre to meet Mr. Thorp» or. the street—you might iust give him this note, will you" I hardly like - it’s thirty-six fifty. Tell him it has to be paid to-day — but it doesn't matter—it'« only a matter of form."

MRS. GILLIS. — "All right. I’ll give it to him I goes to the door)— and here’s Miss Myra coming right along now — so go;>d-bve Mr. Pupkin. [Exit Mrs t ¡illis.]

PI PKIN I looking down the street left).—"Here she comes. By Jove, doesn’t she look nice! If I’m not the luckiest fellow-” I Hurries to the

Pl'PKlN.-—"I say. you look awfully nice this afternoon."

Myra.—"Don't you see why" Don’t you notice anything?”

PI pkin.—"No-o, not exactly."

Myra.—"Oh. f‘ctcr. You're provoking You never notice anything."

PIPKIN. — "I see you look awfully nice."

Myra.—"Yes. hut my hat. my new hat — runs to otic of the mirrors.) Just think, only two dollars—hut you should have seen it when I got it—hideous—I tore all the.trimming off it. so. and threw away the band, an d'cher, bent the straw up. so. ar.d put a little bit of muslin and the flower, so—don’t you lik»it?" fï'irrris. taring Pl'PKlN.]

Myra.—"And you know. Peter, after all. it’s.awfully nice row that I have a job in the Telephone Exchange, to think that I can save money and help too."

PI pkin.—"But I say. Myra, you didn’t come into the bank this morning. 1 watched for you all the time. I had the savings ledger open at the very page, all ready, with Myra Thorpe written at the top of it It looks fine—didn’t they pay your salary to-day after all?"

[E~~t'r .~fl1rrz.) MYRA.-"Peter~" P1PK!N.-'Myra'" fT, • . h `;r~ qr ` ,Iipor. ] \IYRA 4 aI• `. r 4' T~ -were y(~U -~ i: vi~r~t~f at P~ PKIN.--"I Waav I wa~ h~ f.:: .~ t."!ari'-~~~ vn~

MARA • -onfusid). "4es, deai. th>-\ •uve it t«* me— only—only I spent it pi i*KIN t lUsapfiointid). — "Spent Why. M\ra--of course, it’» ¿ right, dear. 1 know.' you n«*ed cloth»-» .1 things. Ar.ii your new hut--’’ MYRA t still contusi d).—"No, no. P*»t* it wasn’t my hatit wa--" PITKIN. "*>h. Myra—I see what ntear.. You gave the money to your fath>* again ?"

MARA. “Yes. »ieaf. 1 gave it to father Peter. 1 Could: *t help it. He seemed need it -«> badly. Peter. Don’t think that father asked me for it. He’d never, nevedo thatIt wa« for a mine, the Lore Sta' Mir.». Father -aid if he had thirty dollar,. he could turn it into three thousand in a week—and he seemed to need it -* badly—and it’« in my name and father -a\> he wants u> to buy a house with th* three thousand, for when we re marrieii He’-going to take me to look for one right away. Oh.’Peter, do you think i‘ p»is?¡bie. could father make all that mon»-v with it?”

I'lTKlN tshaking his head sadly). "NVi. dear, utterly impossible. We see it the bar k every day. It’s only the big people, the inside people, that make itiorey fr»>m the silver country. I don t wart to he unkind, dear, and really I'm not thiï king of the money for ourselves, but don't. plea-*e don’t, give money again to your father. Only harm come? of it Myra, you »ion’t ki ow how awful speculation 1«. We see it every day in the bank —since the* silver boom began. People *hat had had savings with u? for years— ruined—drawing out their last cent, and their hands trembling a? they writeto gamble it on silver. It’« dreadful. I’ll rev. r forget when the Abbitibbi mine broke ar.d Nightgale shot himself over ir •he 1 ack room at the Hotel.' He’d work»-»: M-xt to me for ten. years tn the hank—a! hi-> mother’« money. Myra, think of it and lost. I saw him in his coffin. They couldn’t even let his mother look at him — shudders). »Myra, darling, try to keep your father from it. if you can.

Mara.—"1 know. Peter. 1 »know, k think of ;t all the timv. But father seem« -et on it all. He thinks about nothing else, and all the time at the mining ex charge ar.d the newspaper office—to-day he didn't come home to dinner at all—it was all ready and he didn't come. But h»»'« not like the otheis. Peter, really not. He doesn't care for money for it?elf. He sayhe wants it for a.great purpose, for a great good that he’s going to do.”

PtTKIN (gently and kindly).—“They all say that. Myra, dear.”

[I oices outsule. Myra glances from 4he window.]

Myra.—“Here are «ome people coming It’s Lawyer Macartney and Mr. Smith I must go. I'll talk with father."

[Eiitir MR. SMITÍI and LAWYER MA 1 ARTNKY. SMITH, the proprietor of the hotel, is rotund, shrewd, kindly looking. MACARTNEY, grim, grizzled, rusty btack. a wiih awake hat—a jiett>fogging country lawyer and selfish Thm is nothing to admire in him.] MR. SMITH (.IS they come in).—"Jeff

amt in. eh" Don't let me interrupt-"

Myra.—"Father will l>e hack in a minute. Mr. Smith. Good afternoon, Mr. Ma earlney. If you’ll wait, father’ll be here in a minute. 1 must run now. Good-bye Peter."

Pitkin.—"Good-bye." SMITH - MACARTNEY. — “Good afternoon. Miss Myra.”

I Exit Myra.]

Smith.—“Getting a shave, eh. Pete'." ( l.uughs. )

Pitkin.—“Yes—that is—I just ran in — I thought I’d—hav>. my hair out—but I guess I’ll run along. They need nie up at the bank—”

SMITH (jocosely).—“Yes. and I guess Miss Myra might need you to walk up street with" her—so long. Peter."

I Exit PI PKIN.]

(SMITH and MACARTNEY take fm/nrs

and sit douai. SMITH takes a picture f HI per.]

MACARTNEY (putting on his glasses null taking a look at the heading).—"I see here where it says that Sir Wilfred Laurier says-” I Jinufis up with a start and

dashes the pafH’r to the table.) “\ riff ! It’s the Mail!'’

Smith.—“What’s the matter0"

M \CARTNEY.—Yuff! It's the Toronto Sín il— miserable Conservative rag" t he picks up the “(Hobe” and starts nailing the headings with dec/i grunts and growls at internal satisfaction.) "Big Libera! gain in Essex—hm—bye election favors Laurier—hm—Conservative party doomed. That's more like a newspaper."

1 1 There appears in the doorway Bil l.. the town constable of Mariposa. He wears a sort of uniform ami carries a baton. He has a slee/ri/ fare.]

CONSTABLE (with ./ huge yawn».—"Jeff —in?"

SMITH. — “Come in. Bill. Jeff's up street. He’ll be here in a minute."

Constable.—“Well (yawn). I guess I’ll (yawn) set down and wait—kind o’ thought—I’d get an egg shampoo. It helps to keep a feller awake lytncn).

[Hr takes a Jiaprr and sits down.] Macartney.—“There's two of us aht*ad i)f you already. Constable."

Constable.—“S’allright. I aint in any hurry. Drowsy afternoon, aint it?”— (huge yawn).

MACARTNEY.-"I suppose you are only in a hurry when you're arresting somebody. eh. Constable? . Har! Har!"

Constable.—“Aint arrested any yet— not here in Mariposa—only been "here two years. Where 1 was before I arrested a feller once. Kind o' complicated case."

Macartney.—“What was it. murder?"

BILL. — No — not altogether. Selling

peanuts without a license. Made a big stir’’ (yawn).

[The band as before heard rather faintly playing “O, Canada.” .4 steamboat whistles.]

SMITH (looks out of window).—“‘Playing for the excursion, eh? They’d ought to get a good crowd to-day."

[ l oices on tside.]

Smith.—“Here’s Jeff coming now." JEFF’S voice outside (very brisk).— “All right, ten cgnts a share, fifty shares. Done. I’ll take it.”

f The hand continues to play “O, Caliada,'' and in romes JtFhERSON THORPE. He enters with a buzz— half n sandwich in his hand, his fiockefs full of newsjiapers, mining journais and certificates, with a great air of business; he continuis eating his sandwich, at the same time putting his ncwsfHipers dawn and changing into his barber's coaf.]

Jeff.—“Now, then, next! Whoever’s first’s next. 'Good afternoon Mr. Macartr.ew—Josh—Bill—if any one of you’s going on the excursion I’ll take him first." [The three all start protesting in favor of the others.]

Smith.—"1 aint in no hurry." Macartney.—"After you. Smith, after

you.’’

Bill.—“S’al right. You fellows goon." JEFF (briskly stropping his razor).— “Now then, is any of you three boys going on the excursion?”

SMITH — Macartney.—"No, I didn’t think of it.”

BILL (yawning). — “W’ell I kind of thought I might take it in. I’m on duty. I’ve gotto be somewhere.”

Jeff.—“All right. Come along then. I’ll shave you first." (Motions BILL to the chair, cranks it back with a jolt till BILL i.s nearly fiat, throws a barber's sheet chan on r him. \ iolent stropping of razor. Then he suddenly uncovers BILL.) Jeff.—“Hot or cold water?”

Bill.—“Hot.”

Jeff.—“Hot it is." (C’oier« him up again.) "I’ll just pu.t the kettle on and boil it up."

[He lights a very small fia me, a mere taper, uniter a very large iron kettle. Then all at once an air of Quiet leisure comes orer JEFF’S movements. He conns back from the kettle to the chair and hans against it with his

back to BILL. He takes a paper out of his jmcket, faits on spectacles and starts to read if.]

MACARTNEY. — "Is that the noon paper?"

JEFF.—“No. Train aint in yet llooking through the headings). hair and warm. It’s last night’s. Ten-pound bass caught in the Lake. 1 was looking for a piece Johnson said was here.. Aged couple celebrati—that’s not it. Old beaver dam found in Toronto Park—no—new coffer

dam for Welland Canal—no--’

SMITH.—“Beat’s all what a lot of noose there is in summer time.”

Jeff.—“Will dämm all Niagara—no-

Ohio breaks damm-”

Macartney.—“Are you looking for a

silver mine?"

Jeff.—“Why. I thought it said something alx>ut the Lone Star, but it don t seem to.”

Macartney.—“The Lone Star! Har! Har! You won’t find it in the paper any more. Why, the thing’s clean broke.” Jeff.—“Broke! Why I tell you that mine’s just beginning. There’s more

money in that mine-”

[£’>ifer, ANDY, the man of all work at Smith's Hotel. He has a club 'foot that drags, and a decent face, -and speaks with a hunk-de-hunk in his voice.]

ANDY (looking toward SMITH).—“Say. Billy sent me over from the bar. That stranger that just come in from Toronto this morning wants a drink.”

Smith.—“Well, why don’t Billy give it

to him?” v ,

Andy'.—“He says he wants a Noo lork

Golden Fizz.” .

Smith.—“W’ell. tell Billy to make him

one.”

ANDY. —> “Billy says he don’t know how.”

SMITH.—“He don’t? Well tell him to— to take about a half a pint of whiskey and —is there any eggs in the bar?"

Andy.—“Only what was there from last week.”

Smith.—"Them’ll do. Tell him to put a couple of eggs in—and anything else he’s got handy—and to Shake it upjrood. That’s a Sparkling Fizz. And tell him to shake it behind the bar, see?”

Andy.—“Behind the bar!" (Starts to go out.)

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SMITH. — “Yes—ami say— (ANPY is mue outside the door). Tell Billy them (¡olden Fizzes is fifty cent* apiece—or sixty cents for two if he wants another.” ANPY (off stage in the street).—“Alright.”

SMITH (gets up and speaks through the door). — “Or, Andy! Tell Billy sixty cents—he won’t want two.”

Macartney.—“Who is this stranger. Josh?”

SMITH.—“Punno. Come in this morning's train.”

Jeff.—“Mining man. do you think?” Smith.—“Punno. Come in off the early train. Asked for a room with a hath.” MACARTNEY and Jeff.—"Room with a bath !”

BILL (putting his head up from under his sheet).—“A room with a bath!”

Jeff.—“What’s his idea in that?” Smith.—“Why, they say it’s all the go now in the big hotels in the city. If you have a room with a bath right in it. no one need ever know if you take a bath or not.”

Jeff.—“That’s it. Get down again, Bill] I haven’t forgotten you. Quick shave you want, I know. The water’s just heating. Well, you boys were just talking of the Lane Star Mine, and I was

just going to say:-”

[Door opens and there enters MR. MULLINS, manager of the Exchange Bank, Mariposa. Neat and businesslike, light grey suit, clean shaven.] Mullins.—“Thorpe here? Good morning. Jeff.”

Jeff.—“Good morning. Mr. Mullins. You’re next. I was just giving Bill a hurry-ip shave, bui I guess hi can wait

if you’re in a hurry-”

Mullins.—“No. no, it’s all.right (picks up a paper). ‘Well, Jeff (jocosely) how are stocks and shares to-day? Made vour fortune this morning?”

JEFF.—“Why. I was just starting to tell the boys about the Lone Star Mine.” Mullins.—“Oh. yes, that’s the one that you say the*city crowd were scrambling for. eh?” (laughs).

JEFF.—“Y'es. sir, she’s the biggest pro-' position between Cobalt and the Hudson's Bay to-day." (Cooking around among his shelves and pulling out papers) “There’s the shares of her—no. that’s not. That’s the Kippewa—four cents a share, ten per cent, cumulative preferred. That's a big thing, too. I just had an argument with Johnson. He said she was no good. So I bought in his shares. There ( taking a blue certificate) that’s the Lone Star (gives it to Mullins). See what it says.” MULLINS (reading).—“Lone Star Mining Company. Limited, par value one dollar. Well, what about it?”

Jeff.—“Well. I bought them for twenty cents. There’s eighty cents clear profit right at the start.”

Mullins.—“Why. no. not necessarily.” Jeff.—“Oh, I know it might be more. Might go away al>ove par. Of course, the Ni pissing and some of them big mines, with a par of one dollar have gone clean to five, ten and fifty dollars a share. But I'm not reckoning on that. That’s mere speculation. I say* take it simply at

MACARTNEY. — “Par! Pough ' Par! How will it ever get to par?"

Jeff.—“It would get there alright if they give the mine a chance. But they won’t. I bought her at twenty. What was she next day? Eighteen cents. Then sixteen, and inside a fortnight ten cents. Then I knew they were trying to shove her down, the city crowd. I let them shove. They worked her down to five cents. I hung on. They got her down to three cents. All right, I says, you can’t make me quit, you can’t make me lçt go, my grip’s firm, says I. Come on!” (JEFF IS acting in Pantomine the struggle for the shares.) “They beat her down to two cents—I clung to her. Then to one cent” Mullins.—'“And then?”

Jeff—“They shoved her clean off the market Put her out of the newspapers. But wait wait I tell you, gentlemen— the day’s going to come—you’ll see it come. Wait you'll see it come. (JEFF speaks with a sort of suppresed excitement, half to himself, moving about and arranging towels and things without seeing what he is doing.) There’s a fortune—I know it—a big fortune.” Mullins.—“And then you’ll be endowing a university?”

JEFF (turning about).—“When I get my money, no university nor no professor shall ever see a cent of it Let the professors work.”

MULLINS. — “What then, public libraries?”

Jeff.—“Not one cent”

Mullins.—“What will you do with it?" Jeff.—“Do with it? It'll be my money 'I’ll do with it what I want to do with it” SMITH (his tons is quiet, as if concerned for Jeff's avarice).—“Jeff, you’d do better to let it all alone. There’s no money in that Cobalt country. I’ve seen it all, from the Mattawa clear down to the Bay—just rock and pine and desolation. For a dollar in silver you find in it you lose ten in getting it Jeff, quit it. There’s nothing to it”

JEFF. — “I don’t say it’s all good.

There’s some of it--”

[The door opens and NORA, the neu> Irish help at Smith’s, enters. She comes in in a hesitating way. The men turn and look at her. She is very pretty.]

Jeff.—“Good morning, Nora.”

Nora.—“Good morning, Mr. Thorpe. Oh, Mr. Smith, the strange gentleman sent me out to get cigars.”

[At the sound of Nora’s voice Bill comes up from the sheet and remains looking at her open mouthed.]

SMITH. — “Aint there cigars in the hotel?”

Nora.—“He says the ones over there aren’t good enough. He wants two for half a dollar (showingVie fifty cents).

Smith.—“He wants two for half a dollar. Well, he’ll get ’em. Jeff, what have you got in the case there?”

JEFF (looking over the case carefully). —“I’ve some pretty good ones here. Claridad perfectos, eight cents each—two for twenty. And I’ve the Idéalas—they’re a good cigar—twelve cents esch.”

Smith.—“All right, Jeff—give her two of them. Wrap them up in something— separately. It looks better.”

[JEFF looks about him. Picks up what is evidently a mining share (a big pink certificate, lying on a shelf and evidently the same as the ones MRS. GILLIS threw away), tears large bits off it and wraps up the cigars.] NORA (giving JEFF the fifty cents).— “Is that right, Mr. Thorpe?—twelve cents

each, two for half a dollar. 1 don’t understand the Canadian money.”

SMITH Ibreaking in).—“No. but you’ll get on to it after awhile. It’s quite easy.” NORA (about to go out).—"And the stranger gentleman wanted to know where he could get a quick shave.”

Jeff.—“Right here. Nora. Tell him right here.”

Nora.—“All right. Mr. Thorpe. I’ll tel! him.”

[£\rif NORA.]

Mullins.—"Who’s the girl?”

Smith.—“She’s the ñoo help over at my place. Came yesterday.”

Bill.—“Some help, all right. Her voice is peculiar. Where’s she from (yawn) — Lower Canada?”

Smith.—“Ireland.”

BILL (with a yawn).—“I noticed there wa»something in her voice. In the police business.we get pretty quick at sizing up voices.” (JEFF is stropping a razor.) “Uh. say, Jeff. I forgot. I didn't want a shave. What I «'anted was an egg shampoo.”

Jeff.—"An egg shampoo?”

Bill.—“Yes, it sort of freshens a fellow up."

JEFF.-“A quick shampoo?”

Bill.—“Yes.”

Jeff.—“All right—now. Just sit up in the chair a little higher. There! New then—a quick shampoo—an egg shampoo —no«' where have I put the eggs? They were here last week all right.” (JEFF starts moving about the shop looking for the things he needs and talking to himself.) "Egg-shampoo—egg-shampoo — a quick-egg shampoo.” (In looking about he picks up the other part of the certificate that he tore up for the cigars and holds it up and half looks at it as he says) —"no, I don’t say that all the mines are good—egg shampoo—here’s one «-here I got stung—egg shampoo.”

Macartney.—“What is that?"

JEFF (giving him the scrip).—“Read what it says—egg shampoo.”

MACARTNEY (reading the first half of the certificate that is still complete).— “Corona Jewel Mining Corporation Interim Option Certificate—I see—1 see. . In consideration, etc. I see—the sum of rive cents lawful money of the Dominion, etc., etc., J. Thorpe. Esq., of Mariposa—

I see—Option to purchase etc., etc. One share, etc. Further payment of 25 cents. Oh, yes, I see—you paid five cents as an option and can pay twenty-five cents more to own the share outright.”

MULLINS (laughing). — “Well, you don’t lose much on that deal. Jeff. That’s only five cents.”

JEFF (still hunting ,or eggs and speaking abstractedly).— Egg-shampoo. One share, Mr. Mullins?—I’ve got about four or five hundred of them somewhere in the shop — I thought — egg shampoo — they were in that drawer, but they don’t seem to be—egg shampoo.”

SMITH. — “How did you get them shares?” ,

NEFF. — “Off a feller that wanted a trade. Traded him my winter coat. I don’t need it in summer. And then Jim Eliot 4nd three or four of the boys took a lot of the same shares. Then later when they found they couldn't sell them they put the blame on me—egg shampoo—for leading them into it they says. So I took the whole lot off their hands—just not to have any bad feeling. As I say. I’ve got. I guess, five hundred shares—but you see they’re no good—and a feller’d have to

go and pay cash money down, twenty-five cents a share before he’d own them anyway—egg shariipoo."

MACARTNEY (still examining).—“And you'd have to take them up pretty quick —see what it says—payable at the Head Office of the Company or at any branch of the Exharge Bank of Canada. Why, it’s through your bank, eh, Mullins?”

Mullins.—"Is that so? I didn’t know it. They make out options like that every day. But we hardly keep track of them Nobody ever takes thefn up.”

Macartney.—"W’ell. Jeff’d need to be pretty quick. It says, the option’s U expire at 2 p.m. of June 30, nineteen hun dred—why that’s this afternoon”

Jeff.—“Is it? Well, it’s all the same to me—egg shampoo. They ain’t worth noth ing anyway (he shuts the drawer decisive ly). I ain’t got any eggs, Bill. I’ll have to give you a Roman massage instead.” Smith.—"Ain’t got no eggs. Hold on a minute.” (He goes to the door and calls.) "Andy, go into the bar and aak Billy for a half a dozen eggs.”

Jeff.—“No. sir. with shares like those you got to just write them off. That’s the only way in business—in big business If you gain anything you count it so much to your credit; if you lose, then you write it off, see-”

[Enfer ANDY with an old black hat with six tough-looking eggs.]

Andy.—“Billy says he doubts they’re

very fresh.”’

Jeff.—“That’s all right. They’s no cal!

to be fresh, not for a shampoo.”

I Exit ANDY.J

[JEFF takes out the eggs from the hat and puts them on the ledge. Hi take* one in his hand as if to break it BILL’S head.]

Jeff.—“You see, boys, when you begin

to get an insight into big business-

(.Yoíe and in uhat follows he constantly makes a motion as if about to smash the egg on Bill’s head, and is constantly checked either by his own talk or someone vise's.)

[Enter GlLLls (caretaker and messen ger of the bank, a heavy, shambling, unkempt man with thick black hair, bloodshot eyes and the loose stoop of a drunkard. He stands, half sway in g in the doorway.]

Gillis.—“Mr. Mullins here?”

MULLINS (briskly).—“Yes.”

Gillis.—“They want you right awar up at the bank.”

Mullins.—“What’s the trouble?” Gillis.—“I don’t know. Mr. Pupkin says it’s confidential. I heard him explaining it to the folks in the bank. But the place is so full of people I couldn’t understand right—but he said it would be two o’clock in fifteen minutes—unies« you came right away. That’s all I understand.”

MULLINS (getting his hat and stick m hurry).—“Yes, I guess it is. (Contemp mously) See. here, my man. you’ve beer drinking. You're drunk.”

Gillis.—“I’m not drunk."

Mi luns.—“You’re drunk and you’re drunk while you’re on bank business No«’. I've warned you once. I warn you again. Let me see you drunk again in bank hours and out you go. Do you under

stand, out you go-”

GlLLls ( with dark anger in his eyes).— “ Don’t you threaten me or boss or no boss.

by God I'll-” (he lurches forward with

his fist closed).

SMITH ( interjmstng and taking hold of ht~n .-"Hert. Ber, don't he a damn fool. He leada him by the arm to the door.) Mr. Mullir.~ is right. You~re drunk. Go over to he hotel ard it tiown in the bar and et ober~-for your wife's sake, now. nd sit in the bar." (lie put' (il1~ out.)

Mullins.—“If it weren’t for his wife I wouldn’t keep that drunken brute a day! Well. 1 must get up to the bank.” [Exit.]

JEFF (going on with his egg preparation).—"So as I waj saying, every loss should be written oil well before it happens-”

[Enter SLYPE. Well dresmd, city man, air of a crook; over-polite.4»

Jeff.—“Come in. come right in. sir. I’m just giving this man a sort of a rush shampoo. You’re next."

Smith.—Jeff, this is the gentleman from Noo York that we was speaking about, over to the hotel. Mr. Slyde. shake hands with Mr. Thorpe {they shake hands) .And this is Mr. Macartney. And tKis is Bill—of the police."

SLYPE {with sudden apprehensive start at the word police).—“Eh?"

BILL (with a great yawn).—“Police— and detective-service (yawns, and practically falls asleep as he sits).

Slype.—“I’ve been hearing a lot about you Mr. Thorpe. They tell me down in the city you’re one of the big men in the mining business up here."

Jeff.—“Oh, I wouldn’t say that. I wouldn’t put it that way. No. not one of the big men. They said big. did they?” SLYPE.—“Yes. that's wrhat they say." Jeff.—“Big, well—no—I’m free to say there are thousands of men—yes hundreds of them that know more than I do about the mines—dozens of them—hajf a dozen, anyway. There must be half a dozen—I should think—somewhere.” Slype.—“Well. I don’t know anything about mines. It’s not my business. But I said to some friends of mine, pretty big men in the city. I’ve got to go up to Slariposa and I think. PI! pick up a few hundred dollars of mining stock. ‘All right.’ they said, ‘you go to Jeff Thorpe.’ ” Jeff.—“They did. eh?"

SMITH (with a laugh ).—“Sell him some of that mine you wrap cigars in!"

Jeff.—“No, no. I wouldn’t sell a man a thing like that. But here, now did you ever hear them tn’k in the city of the Lone Star.” (Takes out certificate.)

Slype.

JEFF.— No, lpgtress they’re keeping it pretty ouiet. They’ve got her shoved off the market. But that mine-—"

MACARTNEY .— “That's a wonderful mine. Pretty near as good as the Corona Jewel, itself.”

SLYPE {quickly).—“Corona Jewels? Is that the name? I’m not used to these names. JMU got some options on that?" Smitfnyo^s up.)

JEFF. — “About five hundred, but I wouldn’t sell you them. They’re just waste paper. That’d be cheating you."

Smith.—"Say, stranger, what made you call them options? Who said they

was options-”

Slype.—“Why-”

[Voices outside.]

“Toronto morning papers — noon edition—Toronto morning papers-’’

SMITH and Macartney.—“There’s the papers in off the train.”

SMITH and MACARTNEY hurriedly.]

Bur. i irakés with a yawn).—“b r.ished, eh? (looking in the glass). Say that look> fine—feels a lot better, too. Nothing like a shampoo to make a feller feel fre?h. What is it, Jeff, twenty-five— ”

JEFF (absent-minedly).—"No. twenty withojut massage. 1 don't think 1 gave you a massage, did I? Twenty—all right — good afternoon. Bill."

[Exit BILL.]

SLYPE (more quickly and decisively, with the air of a man who knows Jus own mind and wants to make the most of a limited time).—"Mr. Thorpe, if yqp got any interim options on the shares of the Corona Jewel Mine. I’d like to buy them from you (checking himself a little \. That is. just for fun."

Jeff.—“Why. Mr. Slyde-"

SLYPE.—“Oh, I’m rot a mining man. I don’t know’ anything about the mine, or any other mine, but I thought being here {he takes out a roll of bills) just for fun now. I’ll pay you five cents a share for

the five hundred-”

Jeff.—“Why, it’s this way-’’

Slype.—“Come. I’ll pay you ten cents." JEFF.-“I couldn’t do it, Mr. Slyde. You see if you were in the mining business. I’d do it in a minute. Between twro mining men any deal’s fair. But you’re just a plain, honest outsider. You say to me. ‘Thorpe. I don't know anything about the mine.’ I answer. ‘All right. I do. and I won’t sell it to you. It’s not worth a cent.’ ’’

SLYPE.—"That’s all right now. You’ve got your price. Name it”

Je*f.—“What do you mean, I’Ve got my price?"

SLYPE.-“I mean I know what you're up to. • If twenty cents a share won’t buy the shares, what will?”

JEFF (indignantly).—“Do you think I’d lie about them share?? You think I’m

that kind of-”

[Enter MYRA hurridely.]

Myfa.—“Are you Mr. Slyde?"

Slype.—“Yes.”

Muu.—“I’m from the telephone exchange. Long distance is calling you. New York wants to speak to you. and they -»aid it’s a hurry up call."

SLYPE.—“Is there a ’phone here?"

Myra.—“No. You can go up to the ex change, or across to the hotel."

SLYPE.—“I’ll be back. Mr. Thorpe."

• MYRA. — “Father, who is that man'.' look's after him). I don’t like him."

JEFF (with a certain indignation on him).—"Like him? I gues? not. He a? good as called me a cheat, a liar."

Myra.—“Father !"

JEFF.—"Over a mining deal—share? he wanted to buy. The Corona Jewel mine. Thought I was running the price uponjhim—thought 1 was dishonest about it. Can’t a man buy anti sell shares anti be he nest?"

Myra.—“Oh. father, it’s about that I've been wanting so much to talk to you." Jeff.—“Why. Myra!"

Myra.—"You won’t be angry, will you, father?"

JEFF.—“Angry?"

Myra.—"No. I know you won’t. But. father, don’t you think it’s all a mistake, you trying to buy and sell mines?" JEFF.-"A mistake? Why. look at that and that {getting certificates from the shelves and drawer). There, the Lonely Lake. I bought that for 20 cents a share, two hundred shares. Suppose it rises to a dollar—to five dollars—to ten dollars

a share—supple it rises to a hundred—’’ Myra.—"I know, father, but——"

JEFF —"Didn't the Mattawa go to five

hundred dollars a share. Didn't the Nipissing?

— "1 know, father, and, of oourse.

I know how clever you arc and how eas.it u could make money but father, is it worth it all?”

it?"

Myra.—"Yes worth it. Surely we were >o content and so happy and nice when you came home, and I got supper for you and \ou told me all about what had hap peneii in the day. And now. it’s getting all » changed.”

Jeff.—“Changed?"

Myra.—“Yes. father, changed. Everything around is. Father. I didn’t mean to say it, but even your friends, even people like Mr. Smith, that like you so much, see

it and they’re saying-’’

Jeff.—“Yes, they’re saying-’’

MYRA. — “That—that—you’ye altered, that you’ve grown different, so eager and anxious for money. You think only of money-’’

Jeff.—“They—are—saying—that?" Myra.—“Yes."

Jeff.—"That I think—only—of money

Myra.—“Father, father. I didn’t mean to hurt you."

Jeff.—“That I think^only—of money Is that it? Do they think, do you tnink.

1 want money just for myself, or even just for you. Myra, I didn’t mean to tell you now, it’s for your mother’s sake. Slyra, for your mother’s memory that 1 want the money. Something I want to do.”

Myra.—“Father!"

JEFF — “It was something that she wanted done, if w’c ever got rich, she and I, here in Canada, i never told you this, but — she was nn service.’ your mother was (Jeff sjteaks with a sort of sudden and bitter passion). That’s what they call it, *in service.’ Yes, and more than that, before that, she was a work house child, my Martha was. And it was the bread of charity she ate the bread of charity and tears.”

Myra.—"But. father, you needn’t have kept it back from me. I could love mother’s memory just as well.”

Jeff.—“Her memory! Aye. I’ll see to that. Give me the money and I’ll see to that. You don’t know the old country. Myra. It’s not like this, the old country. Here it’s a land of hope and sun hir.e— and there’s a chance for all. But there it's hard—bitter hard—for the poor for folk like Martha ar.d me. And we were married — that’s five and twenty years ago—and come to Canada—and we thought, as they all think, that some day we’d be rich—and we planned she and I tlid—what we’d-do—that we’d take money and found a home—a real home of kind i ess and sunshirre—for destitute children like mV Martha was. That’s how we planned it. Ar.d I worked and waited and -ome how the fortune didn’t come. There were no mines then—and then, andthen—

iu-t after you were born—I lost her--”

M YRA.—"Father!"

Jeff.—“Even the last she spoke it

her hand in miné—her voice so faint— ‘Don’t forget.’ she said. ‘I have never forgotten. I waited. There seemed no chance. Then the silver mines were found, here close leside us. And I knew. I kpew, that it had come (Jeff is greatly aqiluttai. Too late for her. hut it had come. Martha! Martha!" (He is greatly moved and stands with his hands rlencheil at his side, gazing into space. There is a moment's pause before MYRA speaks.)

Myra.—"Oh, father, there are people coming. They seem excited. I’ll go out this way."

[Enter MACARTNEY, SMITH and BILL. They are in a st>ite of great excitement, MACARTNEY' brandishing newspaper.]

SMITH. — "Say. Jeff, here’s «me for you, all right.”

MACARTNEY. — "Say. wouldn't that 1

wake a feller up-”

JEFF (recovering himself from his emo t ion ).—“ Eh—yes—eh ?”

Smith.—"Listen to this. Read it out to him, lawyer. There’s something big doing.”

Macartney-.—“Here it is—noon paper I reads). ‘Toronto. June 30. Great silver strike in Cobalt. It is rumored in mining circles that startling disclosures will be made within the next twenty-four hours. It is being said the exchange that a vein of silver of almost fabulous richness has just been discovered in one of the newer mines. It '•npears that the mines in question was not regarded as a •»aving proposition and the company pro; fessing to operate it was only organized for speculation purposes. Interim options had been unloaded on the buying public with no expectation of real delevopment.

It now appears that the new mine, the I name of which is being zealously guarded, is likely to prove. ... At the time of j going to press the whole exchange was in commotion with wild bidding for favored shares.' "

Jeff.—“What’s the mine? What’s, the mine? Don’t it say the name?” Macartnes.—“No. it doesn't say.”

Bill.—“Don’t they know^ Somebody must know.”

Smith.—“What sort a fool newspaper”

Iall together).

JEFF (excitedly starting to strop a 1 razar).—“I know it. It’s the Lone Star, j I always knew it was a fortune. Here, j I’ve got the shares of it—here and here—

or, no, I bet it’s the-”

[Enter SLY'PE, hurriedly and eagerly.] Slype.—“Now, Mr. Thorpe, our little deal. Let’s close it up, eh? Five hundred options—or what was the name of it—the Corona Jewel—wasn’t'that it? I’ll buy

Smith.—“Hold on with that. Buy -j shares off him? Ain’t you heard there’s 1 a million dollar boom on? Not a share do you buy off Jeff. All he has is his’n. Jeff ain’t selling anything now ”

Slype.—“Why. I——” w [Enter MYRA, hurriedly.]

MYRA. — “Father, those shares you | -poke of. Don’t sell! The news has just ! «•ome-

Jeff.—“Myra. Myra. Keep calm, don’t i be excite«!. It’s only business (stropping a razor in violent agitation). Who’s next, —who wants a shaved’

MYRA.-“I hear«l it over the telephone ¡ wires and came right out. I’ll lose impla«*«’ for telling it—the mine-"

[Loire.« outside of newsboys on the street, "Spcciul edition Mariftosa ‘Scws/nirket.’ Carona Jewel Mine. Créât silver strike. Corona Jewel Aline.")

[Enter N«»RAH.]

Norah.—“Mr. Thorpe, they want you right over at the hotel on the telephone.” J EF» . — “Telephone, ye.-, telephone" (frying to change his coat).

[Exit NORAH, enter ANDY.]

ANDY. — “Mr. Thorpe, the telegraph office is calling for you to come up there.” [Voices of men outside, “Corona Jewel —Corona Jewel—Great silver strike.“].

Jeff.—“The telegraph, yes, the tele graph” (trying to brush his hair).

[Enter PUPKIN, wildly excited.] PUPKIN.—“Mr. Thorpe, Mr. Thorperight away. Come to the bank. The man

ager—Corona Jewel option-”

Jeff.—“Yes, yes, the bank. Ill just shave."

Pupkin.—“By two o’clock—ten minutes. It’s millions—Mr. Mullins has the transfer ready. He say9 hurry the shares —buy the shares. He says it’s confide* tial”

JEFF.—“Yes. the shares. Corona Jewel 'hares. Here they are. Where are they '

There are five hundred shares-”

Macartney.—“My dear Thorp« — m> loar fellow—congratulations. Keep calm get the shares."

Smith.—“Keep steady. Jeffdon’t you Know--”

Jeff.—“Yes. right here in that drawer, i They all make a run at it and tear it open)—or in this (another run). No. up here in the shelves” (general scramble).

JEFF (pausing and regaining calm a little).—'“They were here, they were here yesterday. I’ve mislaid them.”

Myra.—“Father, I know. Mrs. Gillis

when she cleaned--”

JEFF.—“That’s it—Mrs. Gillis.’’ MACARTNEY and Bill.—“Mrs. Gillis" Continued on fuige 81. SMITH. — “She’s right across there 'leaning the hotel steps. Mrs. Gillis!” (He rises).

Sunshine in Mariposa

Continued from page 80.

MACARTNEY and Bill.—“Mrs. Gillis!”

(They all three make a rush to drag her >ver from the hotel).

JEFF (still hunting).—“They were here

—or else there—or r.o—here-”

[Re-enter SMITH, MACARTNEY and Bn.i. hauling in MRS. GILLIS.]

Smith.—“The shares-”

Macartney.—“When you cleaned-”

Bill.—“The Corona Jewel-”

Jeff.—“Keep calm.” ?

MRS. Gillis—“Land sakes! What-"

MACARTNEY (dominating everybody with his voire).—“Stop! Stop! Don’t duster her—don’t shout at her—now. Mrs. Gillis, I put it to you with all the brevity and clearness of which I am capable. When you cleaned, swept up, dusted, and otherwise, adjusted, tidied—any word you ¡ike—this room—premises, shop—call it what you will—did you or did you not see any interim option share certificates! Good God! Can language be plainer?

—of the Corona Jewel Mining Co., Incorporated-”

MRS, GILLIS (her mouth falling open).

—“Oh. Coroney Jewel-”

All.—“Yes! Yes! Corona Jewel.” MRS. GILLIS. — “Why sure enough — when I came in here to dust what should I see but a whole-packet of them there lying on the floor.”

All.—“Yes, yes, and what did-"

.MRS. GILLIS. — “Why, I thought Mr. Thorpe will want them put away somewhere and so-”

All.—“Yes. yes.”

MRS. Gillis.—“W’hy. I packed then: all away in there” (points to the Hot and ('old Iiaths).

[The men make a rush for the place, bursting open the door.] Macartney.—“Here they are, Thorpe. Here they are. my dear Thorpe. Ten,

fifty-”

[Re-enter PUPKIN.]

Pupkin.—“For heaven’s sake, in five minutes, it’ll be too late-and Mr. Mullins says you must bring the money, in cash, to take up the option. Twenty-five cents a share—a hundred and twenty-five dollars.”

JEFF.-“A hundred and twenty-five dollars?”

v Pupkin.—“Yes, don’t you see? It has to be cash, paid before two o’clock, to hold the option. Don’t you see?”

Jeff.—“A hundred and twenty-five dollars—why, Peter (in blank despair) I haven’t got it!”

SLYDE (who has been all this time a spectator).—“Why, Mr. Thorpe, here’s where perhaps I can be of some help.

(Taking out money.) I’ll go in with you in this. I’ll pay the hundred and twentyfive and take half and half on all that—” Smith.—“You will like hell! Them shares is Jeff’s. (He strides to the door and calls across the street.) Billy, take the money in the bar, all the money—give it to Andy to bring over here. Yes, all right, put it in that! Hurry. Jeff. A

hundred and twenty-five-”

[Enter ANDY with an old satchel. SMITH grabs it and dumps out a mass of money—coppers, silver, bills —on the fab/e.]

Smith.—“There! That’s what my bar can do. Here, Pete, ten, twenty, fifty— that’s right. You take it, Pete. Come on boys to the bank. Hurry—scoot!”

PUPKIN with the money accompanied by SMITH, MACARTNEY and Bill—in a flock. SLYDE follows them out. ]

JEFF (his back to the wall, all excited and yet collected).—“Are they still in time? Look from the window.”

MYRA (looking sideways from the uinI dote).—“Yes, yea. I think so. I can’t see ! well. There’s such a crowd in front of ¡ the bank. Yes, yes, they’ve gone in (himi ! and comes swiftly to him). Father, you’re ¡111”

Jeff.—“No, no, only faint. It’s nothing —it’s sudden—it’s been so long—never thought it would come—her wish. Look.

! look again. I daren’t look. Are they in ¡ time?”

MYRA (clapping her hands). — “Yes, j yes. Oh, father, there’s Peter—he’s come : out of the bank. He’s waving his hands j ’and shouting. It’s all right. It’s all right j There’s Mr. Smith. He’s telling the band I to play. Oh. father!”

Jeff.—“It has come. I’m rich—rich— j rich. Martha! Martha!”

[The band plays “O, Canada” as curtain goes down.]

ACT TWO.

Two MONTHS LATER.

SCENE: Thorpe's Mining and Land Exchange, "Mariposa, formerly Thorpe's Barber Shop.

The place is transformed. The Hot and Cold Baths are gone. There is a glazed I side door (leading evidently to an inner j room) with the words “Mr. Thorpe, Private.” Round the trails are big placards, stork sheets, bond advertisements, etc.— especially one of Cuban Land Company; j big pictures of Harbor of Havana, etc., etc. In one corner is a clumsy old-fashioned safe with big combination wheel lock. There is one barber’s chair in a corner, but no sigtt of mugs, razors or appliances. The curtain rises on MYRA seated at a typewriter table, operating a machine. MRS. GILLIS is cleaning the

windows outside; one gets an occasional glimpse of her through the window and hears the swish as she swabs the water against the panes. She is only in sight now and again.

[Enter JEFF. Very neat and spruce, Panama hat, sportive-looking green suit, arm full of letters and mai/.] Myra.—“Oh. father, what a lbt of letters!”

Jeff.—"A good many, a good many— naturally—can’t run a business the sire of mine without getting a lot (dumps the letters on a table then starts picking them up one by one lookin'* at the addresses and reading them). ‘J. Thorpe, Esq./ 'Thorpe’s Mining and Land Exchange/ The Thorpe Land Agency/ ‘Jefferson Thorpe. Law and Mining Agent’” (He reads them in a self-important voice.)

“ ‘Jeff Thorpe, Barber. Mariposa’—hump! Ignorant ass! How do you like my new hat, Myra?” (he goes and looks in ths glass ).

Myra.—“Awfully nice, father.”

Jeff.—“A hundred dollars.”

Myra.—“Oh. father! I didn’t think there was a hat in Mariposa that coft that

much.”

Jeff.—“There wasn’t—special price— just for one. They sent to Panama for it Feel how light it is. eh?”

Myra.—“It seems awfully expensive, father.”

Jeff.—“Not at all—not for a man in my position. Only yesterday Mr. Slyde said to me, ‘Mr. Thorpe, you ought to wear a hundred-dollar hat People expect it.’ Do you know what Mr. Morgan's hat in New York costs, Myra?”

Myra.—“No, father.”

Jeff.—“A thousand dollars. Slyde said so himself. And, anyway, now that I’m to be a director of the Land Company (Mr. Slyde and Mr. Harstone both insist I’m to be on the Board) I’ll have to dress up to it Slyde says so every day.”

MYRA (a little weary). — “Father, I wish you didn’t always quote Mr. Slyde so much. I don’t like him.”

JEFF. - “Nonsense, Myra. You took against Slyde because what he did a few months ago. You were quite wrong, all wrong about it Ask Peter. Slyde is a big-hearted man—big-hearted. What he was trying to do that day—he’s told me so—was to save me pain, to gave my feelings. He meant to buy in the shares and then hand them over to me (breaking off). Where’s Andy?”

Myra.—“He went up to the painters about the new sign to go over the door. He’s not back yet.”

Jeff.—“Oh, no, Myra. Slyde is a big man. And so’s his partner, Mr. Harstone. I owe them a lot. Without them I’d never have got into the Cuban Land Company. I’d still have been bothering away with Cobalt Silver mines and small things like that. But as Mr. Harstone says, ‘you may make a quarter million in Cobalt—But what of it? That’s all you’ll make. Come in with us and you’ll roll over a million in the next six months.’ Roll it over. That’s what he said. Did I show you the telegram from General Férrico?"

Myra.—“No, father. Who is he?” Jeff.—“The head of the company in New York. This is what he says. “Willing to place Mr. Thorpe on board of directors of company on receipt of flfty thousand dollars, unless Rockefeller or Morgan objects.’ ’’

To be continued.